I see you have been to Lost Nebraska where the hinds howl at the moon and the face of <redacted> stares back.
Or, as the bard of the Shadow Wedgie once said:
Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you, come on
Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without
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I'm certain this thread is violating part of the forum policies:
I'm certain this thread is violating part of the forum policies:
Do not use profanity or vulgar speech;
Do not ever, ever reply to Solnes when she's in one of those weird moods;
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I think my link to TimeCube violated 90.4% of those policies.
I'm certain this thread is violating part of the forum policies:
Do not use profanity or vulgar speech;
Do not ever, ever reply to Solnes when she's in one of those weird moods;
Do not make bigoted, hateful, or racially insensitive statements;
Do not ever discuss cherries and pie in the same thread;
Do not defame, abuse, stalk, harass, or threaten others;
Do not advocate illegal activities or discuss them with intent to commit them;
Do not post any content that infringes and/or violates any patent, trademark, copyright, or other proprietary right of any third party.
Weird moods? What weird moods? I haz no recollection of any event in which I was of weird mind.
I'm certain this thread is violating part of the forum policies:
Do not use profanity or vulgar speech;
Do not ever, ever reply to Solnes when she's in one of those weird moods;
Do not make bigoted, hateful, or racially insensitive statements;
Do not ever discuss cherries and pie in the same thread;
Do not defame, abuse, stalk, harass, or threaten others;
Do not advocate illegal activities or discuss them with intent to commit them;
Do not post any content that infringes and/or violates any patent, trademark, copyright, or other proprietary right of any third party.
No vulgarities were spoken nor typed. We color our profanities with flowery speech. No bigots have posted any racially insensitive marks, nor hateful harassing abusive threats.
We would never defame the threads by mixing cherries and pie, nor cheese and cake.We do not advocate things illegal, nor divulge of our desire or intent to later do so.
Nothing posted here would infringe on any copyrighted materials, we mix our words just so.
I am never at fault..but you can often find me at FawTl!
Great. Now I want pie and ice cream for dessert.You want pie? How can you have any pie if you didn't eat your meat!? Finish your meat then you can eat my pie, but the cherry is gone.
thats Ok. I enjoy meat as much as I do desert so I don't mind if the cherry is gone as long as theres planty of meat for me to fill up on first.
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I deleted some posts, mostly because you would suspect something is wrong if there weren't a little moderation going on.
You attempt to moderate us!? I can speak freely, this is the great nation of ACIREMA!! You try and cherry pick my mind, but I left it behind! I like KittehS!!!!!!!!!! Fluffy kitteh purr for me, or four me, or 4 me. Holy shit!! I can barely stand one of me and now there's four?!
Run away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Purple is the mind killer. Your lollipop is hairy, grandpa.
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Purple is the mind killer. Your lollipop is hairy, grandpa.
Grandpa? Grandpa is my father's father, not my father, even though he would be a grandpa now that I have kids, and some day I will be grandpa too! We're all grandpa, or will be, or were, unless we're not or we weren't, and in that case your grandma.
Grandpa rearranged is "Gr...Panda".
THE PANDAS ARE COMING! THE PANDAS ARE COMING!!!
I removed a spammy post with no real content.
I removed a spammy post with no real content.
I was going to eat that spam :'(
Purple is the mind killer. Your lollipop is hairy, grandpa.Grandpa? Grandpa is my father's father, not my father, even though he would be a grandpa now that I have kids, and some day I will be grandpa too! We're all grandpa, or will be, or were, unless we're not or we weren't, and in that case your grandma.
Shave the 800 pound gorilla. Blue is the new brown.
I removed a spammy post with no real content.
I thought that was a sentient white castle slider. I was trying to lure it and capture it for Monaclops!
I removed a spammy post with no real content.
HOW DARE YOU CENSOR ME! You can't stop the signal, I have freedom of speech, I will say w_hat ever I want and you will not stop me!
The meds are speaking to something, maybe not your tushy. But you certainly seem to be speaking out from your tushy.
Grape Ape haz ur tushy!
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"C" is for cookie, is good enough for me.Grape Ape? Ape Man? Man Child? Child of Mine? COOKIES!!!Shave the 800 pound gorilla. Blue is the new brown.But Purple is the new blue - Grape Ape is our friend
For you? What do You know? No? Why not? Not I. I love cheese! Cheeseburger's are best served fresh. Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Air that we breath. Breath, damnit breeeeeeeeath!
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For you? What do You know? No? Why not? Not I. I love cheese! Cheeseburger's are best served fresh. Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Air that we breath. Breath, damnit breeeeeeeeath!Damnit Jim! I'm a doctor, not a the Hamburglar!Hamburglar? He's dead, I shot him in the head, or was it his ass? Maybe he had his head up his ass and I shot them both? I'm so confused, Ronald McDonald touched me when I was a child, if only on the arm.
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Hamburglar? He's dead, I shot him in the head, or was it his ass? Maybe he had his head up his ass and I shot them both? I'm so confused, Ronald McDonald touched me when I was a child, if only on the arm.For you? What do You know? No? Why not? Not I. I love cheese! Cheeseburger's are best served fresh. Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Air that we breath. Breath, damnit breeeeeeeeath!Damnit Jim! I'm a doctor, not a the Hamburglar!
Show me on the McNugget where the hamburger touched you.
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Show me on the McNugget where the hamburger touched you.Hamburglar? He's dead, I shot him in the head, or was it his ass? Maybe he had his head up his ass and I shot them both? I'm so confused, Ronald McDonald touched me when I was a child, if only on the arm.For you? What do You know? No? Why not? Not I. I love cheese! Cheeseburger's are best served fresh. Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Air that we breath. Breath, damnit breeeeeeeeath!Damnit Jim! I'm a doctor, not a the Hamburglar!
McNugget you say? I say Chicken Puff! That is what they should be called, and even then it's stretch, like that guy Armstrong, whatsizname? Neil? Doug? Scott? Albert? Einstein but it had no beer in it when I did.
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thats Ok. I enjoy meat as much as I do desert so I don't mind if the cherry is gone as long as theres planty of meat for me to fill up on first.Great. Now I want pie and ice cream for dessert.You want pie? How can you have any pie if you didn't eat your meat!? Finish your meat then you can eat my pie, but the cherry is gone.
Meat? As in nice to meet you? Or meat as in I want to eat you? I am not food silly person. I am a man, and a poor one too. I can not afford to bribe you for my life, would you spare me for the sake of my wife?
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I walked the crooked mile through light and dark, through fire and ice, through vanilla and strawberry and chocolate. The road was paved with the bones of my enemies and tasted of sweet, dark frustration. I strode alone, my only companions the legion of lifeless Gaga zombies, dancing to the song of their rotten hearts and I smiled. I laughed at the hopelessness of perusing the teen romance bookshelves, called out to those that would put me on a pedestal to worship and demonize. The cold sun lay it's stark rays upon the angry trees as the birds wept. The eerie creak of a rolling stone belied the truth of the moss and the moon dove deep deep deep. Deeper than he dared, never to rise again. And so the wind shuttered the coffins below, keeping the young from ever gaining their rightful place at the head of the parade. And through it all, the caterpillar's silk ran dry, and the butterflies died, their stillborn corpses littering the ground like cigarette butts outside the meeting room where they talk of rebirth and commitment to change, while the hunger devours them from within. And I walked on. Until the sky turned green and the grass became sleepy. Tomorrow was too early and the bus was late. But today we shall seize the penguins from central park and they shall fly free of the chains we stapled to them, their beautiful song filling the soulless accountants with the desire for poetry and causing the righteous to weep at the sight of their wrongs.
And so it shall begin anew...
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McNugget you say? I say Chicken Puff! That is what they should be called, and even then it's stretch, like that guy Armstrong, whatsizname? Neil? Doug? Scott? Albert? Einstein but it had no beer in it when I did.
Do you know the PuffinMan? He might be in leauge with the floaty ones. Space, not water.
Mmmm! I've got all your spam right here!
Mmmm! I've got all your spam right here!
Scene: A cafe. One table is occupied by a group of Vikings with horned helmets on. A man and his wife enter.
Man (Eric Idle): You sit here, dear.
Wife (Graham Chapman in drag): All right.
Man (to Waitress): Morning!
Waitress (Terry Jones, in drag as a bit of a rat-bag): Morning!
Man: Well, what've you got?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam;
Vikings (starting to chant): Spam spam spam spam...
Waitress: ...spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam...
Vikings (singing): Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam!
Waitress: ...or Lobster Thermidor au Crevette with a Mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Wife: Have you got anything without spam?
Waitress: Well, there's spam egg sausage and spam, that's not got much spam in it.
Wife: I don't want ANY spam!
Man: Why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage?
Wife: THAT'S got spam in it!
Man: Hasn't got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam (crescendo through next few lines)
Wife: Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?
Waitress: Urgghh!
Wife: What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like spam!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up! (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam.
Wife (shrieks): I don't like spam!
Man: Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam beaked beans spam spam spam and spam!
Vikings (singing): Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off.
Man: Well could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then?
Waitress: You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam... (but it is too late and the Vikings drown her words)
Vikings (singing elaborately): Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam. Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Spam spam spam spam!
Mmmm! I've got all your spam right here!Scene: A cafe. One table is occupied by a group of Vikings with horned helmets on. A man and his wife enter.
Man (Eric Idle): You sit here, dear.
Wife (Graham Chapman in drag): All right.
Man (to Waitress): Morning!
Waitress (Terry Jones, in drag as a bit of a rat-bag): Morning!
Man: Well, what've you got?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam;
Vikings (starting to chant): Spam spam spam spam...
Waitress: ...spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam...
Vikings (singing): Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam!
Waitress: ...or Lobster Thermidor au Crevette with a Mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Wife: Have you got anything without spam?
Waitress: Well, there's spam egg sausage and spam, that's not got much spam in it.
Wife: I don't want ANY spam!
Man: Why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage?
Wife: THAT'S got spam in it!
Man: Hasn't got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam (crescendo through next few lines)
Wife: Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?
Waitress: Urgghh!
Wife: What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like spam!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up! (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam.
Wife (shrieks): I don't like spam!
Man: Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam beaked beans spam spam spam and spam!
Vikings (singing): Spam spam spam...
I love Monty Python!
